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Thursday, June 5, 2025

Snarkstiltutes! The Kraken

 


Kraken 

Aged ten 'n' three, 
I Jack Tar'd be,
though yet I'm sea legs lackin.'
Part man, part whelp, 
I plan (you'll help...?) 
to kill the kelp-clad kraken: 
I, arm'd with guns 
'n' bullets (tons!),
bazookas, too, am packin.'

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